When I wake up, and the day begins, do I hold my breath and count to ten? Or will it be three? We'll see, we'll see. It depends on which day of the week
Ain't a whole lot going on Small town Friday night Revving up at a red light On your mark get set go Pass a mom and pop restraunt Same four trucks parked
I've been here a bunch of times It all starts with the same old lines It's over, baby, it's over Nothing 'bout it ever feels good It knocks you down
I walk a hard line winding road Don't really know where it's gonna go Seems like trouble's my best friend Soon as I get out I'm back in again It's a wonder
Wake up everyone How can you sleep at a time like this Unless the dreamer is the real you Listen to your voice The one that tells you To taste past the
Oh yeah.. Drivin' by the drive in movies Started thinkin' 'bout me and Suzie And how we used to spend those Saturday nights Later on we'd be out cruisin
I can't count the barns I've past Painted red, white and black See Rock city And up ahead there's a turn Take me right through Gatlinberg I hear it's
It must have been a mountain Standing in our way Or some small misunderstanding We talked about too late Was it the kitchen or the bedroom Where we let
When I wake up and the day begins Do I hold my breath and count to ten? Or will it be three? We'll see, we'll see It depends on which day of the week
it takes a crane to build a crane it takes two floors to make a story it takes an egg to make a hen it takes a hen to make an egg there is no end to what
Say when I wake up and the day begins, will I hold my breath and count to ten, or will it be three? We'll see, we'll see. It depends on which day of the
Corriander left for unwind Is it something you can convince yourself of? I may be stupid but I?m not blind Is this something you can convince yourself of? (Thanks to Jason
Ain't a whole lot going on Small town Friday night Revving up at a red light On your mark get set go Pass a mom and pop restaurant Same four trucks parked
I walk a hard line winding road Don't really know where it's gonna go Seems like trouble's my best friend Soon as I get out, I'm back in again It's a
Ive been here a bunch of times it all stats with the same ol lines its over baby its over nothing bout it ever feels good it knocks you down just like
I can't count the barns I've past, Painted red, white and black, See rock city, And up ahead there's a turn, Take me right through Gatlinberg, I hear
